Pray for the masses   The crowds have gone   They're been sitting in their wooden chairs   Far too long      You can take as many   As you'd like   But you'll still feel it in the morning      Don't you know that you   Are so perfect in his eyes   Bittersweet tendencies   Will wash out with water      You can take as many   As you'd like   But you'll still feel it in the morning   And I'll still be hungover      With my head in the clouds   You can take as many   As you'd like   With your head in the clouds